there's a spit shine avalanche headin' one way headed toward the light bright alley way the beard blew off the dandelion face and left a 24 karat button in its place the chain steering wheel boomerangs from the junkyard hard rolling but rolling on the real hard turf or for what it's worth another dent for another tent so i'm going down jalopy style if i'm going down i roll the fur dice playing with the lowlife i travel light i travel proud and when i rock the box i rock the box loud bumping and rolling no stopping for red now wheeling and dealing just stretching the bread now i'm hatchin' the gold mine spreading the fever take it all over jalopy style got the rumble seat bleach with the ruckus on ready givin' him the finger with a beep like jerry takin' the trip hit bricks with the sticks on the macrame heyday seven mile itch the whitewalls hit the deck from bionic on the low-fi jeep beat sonic turf for what it's worth I'm fixing this mix up from bumper to beat kalaka my way down on nickel bag street just rollin' on